Wingless

I read Vagina Monologues recently. It was really awe-inspiring for me. I laughed, I cried...all that good stuff. Definitely a book that I want to own it as soon as I can. It really made a difference to me. I decided to write a poem about rape, and I did. I really like how it turned out.

Wingless
April 29, 2008 11:05 am


Crushed butterfly
in his greedy, grabbing hands,
destroying the metamorphosis
from child to a woman.
No consequence
but his satisfaction,
no spirit to leave behind.
Lives continue
where no soul lingers,
no sense of survival
except to survive.

Butterflies cannot dream
when there is nothing more –
when transformation
is mutilation,
whose will to breathe
can remain essential?

One can only fly so far
when ripped from isolation
before the sun has shown through
to the customs of the sky.
Small wings give twice the effort
for half of the result,
but it takes more endurance
than one has amassed
to escape the grasp
of ruthless intentions.

The devastation
of pleasure and virtue
is silent,
reminiscent
of the flutter
of butterfly wings.




[[[One in four of every butterfly will have her wings torn away.]]]